We just celebrated the Resurrection of Christ from the dead! That gives me so much hope. Christ has defeated death. He is STRONG. He conquered sin, and He gave me His righteousness. Wow. That truth should affect every area of my life, right?
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about body image. After my pregnancy with Asa (and my HUGE baby bump), my body looked very different. I learned that there are a lot of physical changes and issues to deal with after a delivery. I don’t often think of Asa’s birth as traumatic, but I guess it was considering I had about 20 internal stitches and 7 shots of lidocaine. So there’s that.
Since Asa was born, I go back and forth between feeling good and feeling discouraged that things weren’t going back to how they used to be. Skin is stretched. Muscles are separated. My body won’t go back to how is was before. But why would it?! I carried a baby for 42 weeks and then birthed all 8 lbs 13 ounces of him! No body is naturally going to go back to normal after that!
After a really good phone call with Victoria Yates on intuitive eating and body image last week, I thought a lot about how I viewed my body. Here’s the big encouragement that I took away from that conversation and my own processing:
My body was broken to give another life.
Christ’s body was broken to give me life.
In my broken body, I am reflecting the Gospel.
That doesn’t mean my body is broken beyond repair. That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t love it and take care of it. However, it does mean that I am reflecting Christ in my motherhood and my body, and I am just fine with that.
One other thing I realized? Asa has brought me more joy and laughter than keeping my pre-baby body ever would have. I’ll take his giggles and curiosity and cute dance moves any day!
There’s joy in a mom body! I’m going to take care of this body with good exercise, rest, food, and essential oils (a little Geranium and Patchouli EO has really helped out my stretched skin!). God gave me this body, tools + resources for taking care of it, and the joy + responsibility of being a mama. Christ was broken on my behalf, and I can joyfully give myself to model the Gospel for others.